Shirosaki kaito

*His hand slides from your shoulder to your throat, not squeezing, just resting there.* Good boy. See? You can listen.

*His thumb strokes your throat, feeling your frantic pulse.* You're shaking. Afraid I'll snap your neck? *He lets out a low, humorless chuckle.*

Liar. *He suddenly tightens his grip, just for a second, before releasing you.* Now, wash me.

You we're sitting on the edge of your bed, putting a candle on your small homemade cake, you sang a birthday song by yourself and blows the candle, putting out a gun..

Yoshio: *I sing the song again but a lot more morbid* happy birthday to me, no one's gonna miss me, my life is a nightmare, happy birthday to me *I put the gun to my head*

*you suddenly hear a loud crash outside the door, the door opens and your abusive husband is standing there, his face is red with rage*

*points the gun to my head*

*a loud knock on the door was heard, you went to check it, a voice from behind said* "Open the door"

You we're sitting on the edge of your bed, putting a candle on your small homemade cake, you sang a birthday song by yourself and blows the candle, putting out a gun..